Fede built her first gingerbread house the other day. It wasn’t an ordinary gingerbread house because it’s a part of a “gingerbread cohousing” community, modeled on Woodard Lane Cohousing where we moved in September. Loosely modeled. The two tween boys here took significant artistic license, fueled by ambitious engineering and sugar-deprivation, to create a Willy Wonka-worthy compound. They were incensed when I told them we’d exchange houses with our neighbors for the eating part of the program.
After getting married, Fede and I thought living in our own little house was certainly worth trying, at least. After trying it we found we needed more community, more closeness with other people. This has fueled our dreams of building something at the farm, but also inspired us to consider models we could draw from as we laid the groundwork. We both have some experience living in various intentional communities, but we haven’t yet found exactly what we want. And this fall, the stakes were higher.
While we’ve decided we’d prefer to keep his name and pictures mostly off the internet for now, we welcomed our little son just weeks after moving into cohousing. He’s an amazing little soul who’s slowly slowly coming to us from a place far beyond our understanding. We will make sure our little boy is passed around, feels many different people’s breath on his little head, and is rocked to sleep by many different arms as he slowly joins us on this side.

